The model of a composer.
I liked the opera very much. Everything but the music.
Composing is like driving down a foggy road.
Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.
Music does not excite until it is performed.
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful.